The First Magic World War-Chapter 327 - : 312. The Five Sacred Orders besieging Klentloff Bol (11,000 updates today, asking for monthly passes)_3

Chapter 327: 312. The Five Sacred Orders besieging Klentloff Bol (11,000 updates today, asking for monthly passes)_3

Charles single-handedly challenged eight of the Bor Knighthood’s Transcendents and barged into the small cabin. With one kick, he flung the cabin’s door open and saw a scribe trembling as he clutched a few sheets of paper.

Charles snatched the papers from the scribe and gave them a quick look, instantly feeling a surge of rage.

He didn’t know whether Klentloff Bor was really dead, merely guessing that the other’s situation was certainly not pleasant. He stormed into the camp to give that guy a hard time, but upon seeing the document that Klentloff Bor had dictated for most of it and looking at the “charges” listed on it, a destructive anger welled up inside him and he loudly ordered, “Take control of the entire Bor Knighthood!”

“Their leader is gone. I’ll take over the whole unit!”

With venomous thoughts, Charles mused, “Klentloff Bol, you’d better be dead, or else I’ll make sure to grant you death.

“To write such a poisonous document to attack me, if he had succeeded, I would probably have to flee to Inglima.”

Blinded by rage, Charles began to forcefully “persuade” the soldiers of the Bor Knighthood to “surrender,” no longer caring whether they were still considered allies.

The Bor Knighthood, being a private knighthood of a great noble, had no lack of nobly-born commanders unwilling to comply.

Whenever Charles encountered anyone who wouldn’t comply, he’d pull them aside and directly send them to Cappadocia through the Mind Passage!

No one knew that Charles wasn’t a bloodthirsty fiend at heart but rather a fundamentally kind and gentle person. Most people witnessing this scene would think he’d used some extraordinary method to make these resistors “evaporate.”

Many soldiers of the Westwind Knights didn’t know the truth either. They had experienced similar things, and some kind-hearted ones would even advise the soldiers of the Bor Knighthood, “Don’t be afraid. We’ve been through it too. Those who disobeyed just disappeared, those who obeyed didn’t have any trouble.”

Some even gossiped, “My such-and-such a neighbor was a stubborn one. I never saw him again after that. I wish him luck and all.”

The soldiers of the Bill Knighthood had never seen such ruthless tactics, and their resistance greatly weakened.

By dawn, Charles had completely reorganized the Bor Knighthood, absorbing all the supplies Klentloff Bor had brought and slowly retreated.

Back at the Westwind Knights’ camp, Charles made some arrangements and once again inflated the now-expanded Westwind Knights. Only then did he learn that Klentloff Bor had a team of carpenters who had designed a movable cabin that could be disassembled and easily reassembled, an invention truly not an Extraordinary Object.

Charles marveled at this and left the carpentry team to the quick-handed scribes, giving them a comfortable environment to rush their writing.

Hmm, Charles’s novel has not yet been entirely dictated!

By noon, Krel and Ebner arrived, covered in dust and weary.

Upon seeing Charles, Krel said, “Golden Ram Herolf and that Sacred Order are still confronting them. They’ll retreat back here in a bit.”

“Last night’s battle was truly exhilarating. We fought five Sacred Orders of the enemy throughout the entire night.”

Ebner also added a bit, and both felt it was a resounding victory.

After all, they had stormed the nest of the Army of the Black Phoenix, overtaken the enemy’s camp, and captured thousands of prisoners.

The three had barely exchanged a few words when Old Goat and Tumishen also returned, displaying no signs of fatigue on their faces.

Golden Ram Herolf was overwhelmingly powerful, and the Old Leopard Man had hardly exerted any effort.

Charles’s expression grew strange upon hearing that Krel had taken down the Army of the Black Phoenix’s main camp. He had also taken a camp, which was inconvenient to mention and something he couldn’t even tell Krel.

As the five were discussing their next move, a surprise courier from the Army of the Black Phoenix arrived!

This messenger happened to be an old acquaintance of Charles, it was Chloe!

Chloe brought a wooden box, and upon seeing Charles, she said, “Please do not be sad, victory and defeat are common in military affairs.”

Charles thought to himself, “What do I have to be sad about?”

Chloe opened the wooden box, and inside was half a body!

The lower half!

She spoke in a low voice, “Andreas was careless and shattered Klentloff Bol’s head, so he chopped off the upper body to report his merit, and could only return the lower half to you.”

“His side sword was kept by Andreas, who said if the Bor Family is not convinced, they can send someone after the war to find him at the Black Phoenix. If they win the duel, they can retrieve the family’s treasured object.”

The expressions of Charles, Krel, and Ebner were each different.

Charles took a deep breath and felt only one word bouncing around in his mind: Thrilling!

Thrilling in his mind!

He even patted Chloe on the back and said, “I will give you the bodies of the soldiers of the Army of the Black Phoenix who died in battle yesterday.”

Chloe nodded her head, all of this was the inevitable result of war.

Beyond the war, there was still humanity.

Such as returning the bodies of enemy soldiers, and allowing their descendants, through means such as duels, to retrieve the belongings of their ancestors.

Krel sighed and said, “It is we who have lost.”

Ebner felt the same.

Although they had taken the enemy’s headquarters, the battle was fundamentally about the Sacred Order, and with the death of a Sacred Order member from Fars, it was an undeniable defeat.

In an atmosphere of friendly tacit understanding, the two sides exchanged some items, and Chloe left with the half body of Klentloff Bol, taking hundreds of bodies back. In terms of numbers, it was definitely a successful act of diplomacy.

It was only then that Krel remembered to notify the Westwind Knights. If the Knighthood had been defeated and scattered, he should also help to gather the soldiers for Klentloff Bol.

He said goodbye to Charles with a heavy heart and returned to his own camp, where he immediately sent out messengers. The messengers returned in the evening to report that the camp of the Westwind Knights had been “levelled,” nothing was left, and there were no soldiers from the Westwind Knights anywhere nearby.

Krel Brittany was greatly shocked when he heard the news and thought of one word: “Annihilation.”

He believed that the Westwind Knights had been completely erased from this world by the Army of the Black Phoenix.

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In the following days, countless documents flew towards Strasbourg, including ones where Charles had altered the dates, pretending they were sent from the Westwind Knights a few days earlier…

This battle had alarmed all the great nobles of Strasbourg!

It had even alarmed His Majesty Emperor Julius Axler himself.

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